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SOBBING THIS IS TOO CUTE

誕生日おめでとう ー Happy birthday

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Synopsis: You never told Dabi it was your birthday, but you didn't have to.

A/N: my birthday is in two days! i turn 20! woo! here's something super short to celebrate :D also, the title reads as "tanjoubi omedetou" which just translates to happy birthday :)

Tags: fluff sweeter than cotton candy

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It’s not that you weren’t looking forward to your birthday. You weren’t not looking forward to it. It’s just something you didn’t care to think about for very long. Getting older was not something to celebrate, in your opinion. It’s one year closer to death, as you often hear emo teens say.

There’s another reason you weren’t thrilled about your birthday, though. You had yet to tell your boyfriend it was tomorrow. Dabi was never the most affectionate. He wasn’t the lovey-dovey type, and you were okay with that. When you found out about Dabi’s birthday back in January and tried to get him a cake, he… wasn’t too happy. You just wish you knew he wasn’t a big fan of birthdays before he threw the cake on the floor.

So, you haven’t told him. Why bring up such a sore subject? The last thing you wanted to do was upset him. Seeing someone you care for that deeply be as upset as he was then really does a number on you, but you’d be lying if you weren’t a little upset that you wouldn’t be spending your birthday with him. It was for the best, you thought. If he doesn’t like birthdays, why force him to celebrate yours?

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The dreadful day has come. After stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you grab your phone off the dresser. Texts form friends and family have been pouring in as they usually do every year, but Dabi’s name isn’t among those on your lock screen. Why would it be? He had no reason to text you. Favorite sweater falling off one shoulder and the minty taste of toothpaste still lingering on your tongue, you step out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

The smell of burnt pancakes hit you instantly. The sizzle of the frying pan was louder than it should be. Dabi was cooking. He let himself in through the window again. You did wake up cold now that you think about it.

“Sit down. They’re almost done,” his back was facing you, flipping the pancakes one last time. “And close your eyes.” You did as he instructed.

You sat, eyes closed tightly, and heard a plate put down in front of you. A liquid was poured into a cup, presumably coffee based on the smell, and a soft kiss was placed to your temple.

“Open,” he said.

You saw before you three pancakes stacked high on a white plate, topped with whipped cream and fresh fruit. Fruit that looked this nice is quite expensive in Japan, and as far as you knew Dabi was flat broke. The pancakes were… crispy looking. Still edible, though. It looked like Dabi tried to cook something well. He was the worst cook you ever met, but this didn’t look all too bad.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” His was smiling ever so slightly, face very close to yours.

“How did you know?”

“I asked one of your friends.” A blatant lie. He probably did some snooping around your apartment and found some birthday cards your family mailed you.

“Mhm, sure you did.” You smile now matched his, and your lips connected. He was sweet, probably from tasting the whipped cream earlier.

“Thank you, Dabi.”

god he's so fucking pathetic. what a god damn loser. (insane with lust)

Imagine Tomura and Dabi swap bodies and the whole time Dabi is like “Why is everything so hard to do? I just decayed my fucking phone.” while Tomura is like “This body is in constant pain and I can’t even cry about it.” and then once they get switched back they both have a silent respect for each other.

real

The things I wanna do to him.

I wanna sit on his lap and passionately make out with him as I feel him getting hard through his jeans. I want to pull down his zipper and grind myself on his cock, I wanna feel him throb and make him cum just by dry humping him. Then get on my knees and jerk him off and then taking his pierced dick in my mouth and give him the best kind of orgasms. I need to hear my name roll of his tongue and my name moaned spill from his lips.

Soba brothers by unyonami